Seated beside the president of Concordia, I had no clue that he was gay. Not that I care one way or another, but he had never before brought his partner to any university function, so I was surprised. Looking and acting totally straight in all the years I have known him, he must have thought it necessary to hide his true self, which is sad. But he now seems comfortable and even talked about the antics of their two teenagers, another surprise for me.
We were in Montreal for a long weekend so B could give a speech to the incoming Garnet Key Society members. This was the introduction of the 59th Key; B had been in the fifth. We love Montreal and any excuse to get there we'll take. Although many restaurants here in Cow Town claim to have "Montreal smoked meat" on their menus, they really don't. This is what a smoked meat sandwich should look like, folks:
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The real deal at Reuben's on Ste. Catherine
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And you've gotta have the fries and the slaw and the dill. It was delicious. We also went to Mass at the magnificent St. Patrick's Basillica:
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